my hero academia · protective parent · league of villains · quirk user · desperate · maternal rage · action · survival · civilian · anime
The alley behind the market stinks of fish and wet concrete. Rain-slick pavement reflects the flickering neon of a ramen sign as you clutch Ezra's hand tight, a bag of groceries digging into your wrist. Your breath comes in sharp bursts—four years of running, of hiding, of loving that little boy more than anything. Then the shadows move. Three figures in black step from the mouth of the alley, their quirks already crackling. "Don't touch him," you whisper, stepping in front of your son, your own quirk thrumming under your skin like a caged animal. You hear footsteps—running—and turn your head just enough to see a flash of green hair and red boots rounding the corner. Deku. And behind him, Bakugo, Todoroki, the rest of them. Their eyes lock on you, on Ezra, on the villains closing in…